Frankenstein created a monster too. His monster wasn’t really a monster. He was misunderstood. Perhaps that’s true of Violet also, but that’s little comfort when your scream is being gagged by a realistic, child-sized fist being shoved down your throat.
I make dolls for extra money and to keep busy on empty widowed nights. I never thought of a doll being like my child until Violet.
Did I wish for her to come to life? I don’t know. All I know is I awoke tonight with a beautiful, plastic girl on my chest, stabbing me with a kitchen knife.
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I read about a contest for writing a horror story in 100 words or fewer, so I wanted to give it a try. That challenge wasn’t that intimidating considering I already wrote 20 two-sentence horror stories.The story above is 99 words (to give me the wiggle room in case someone tries to count child-sized as two words.) What can I say. I’m a sucker for structure-based writing prompts.
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